Before Your Face Was Born
October 08, 2006
Back when I was in grade school, my mother was chairman of the local school board. It wasn’t much of a school: just three classrooms, grades one through eight, sixty kids in the school. My first grade teacher, also second and third grade teacher, would stop by at the house every now and then after school to talk things over with my mother. One day they got onto the topic of religion. My teacher was Roman Catholic, and she said something that even when I was six years old sounded odd. She said, “Well, if being Catholic doesn’t make you better than other people, what good is it?”